It's been another helluva week. I keep waiting for things to get better and I am sort of realizing that I might need to make that happen for myself. And then I think great. Something else that I have to do.
Something happened at our house last night that makes me think we are candidates for the Jerry Springer Show. I do not think that's cool.
The Princess was crying, whining, whimpering (or something) in her bed for a long time. I was pissed because I was tired and didn't want to get up. But it was a long time and I thought "must be the real deal".
I put on my Mom pants and went in and gently rubbed her on the back and asked what was the matter. Her head spun around and she hissed at me -
"I'm not telling you"
and then she kicked me. And I said
"eff off. This is ridiculous."
What makes a mother say that to her child?!??! I am horrified. I think I need medication.
I have no idea how we will survive adolescence with that girl and me in the house together.
I considered calling in sick today so I could get a mani/pedi. I need one that bad. And I am dying to go to the hospital and hold my brand new niece for a long time. Those seemed like perfectly reasonable excuses not to show up for work. I'm sure it's better that I changed my mind.
This weekend will be filled with my family and some good stuff. We need it in the worst way. And I WILL go hold my sweet niece. Happy Friday!!!